"What is the end? Is it a moment when all is gone, when everything is destroyed, and we are left with what we started with: Nothing? Is it when the light fades, and darkness covers our great works? Is it a sleep that we never awake from? A time of mourning? A time of loss?"

-Mohinder Suresh

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She threw herself against the door, crying out in frustration when it wouldn't budge. She paused, catching her breath, before throwing herself forward once more.

(Madrid Aleverz- CLASSIFIED)

She had awoken hours ago to find herself trapped in a small room, much larger then the one she had gone to sleep in. Her clothing was gone, replaced with a white t-shirt and sweatpants, her feet bare. A quick peak had confirmed she was no longer wearing the lacy black bra and panties she'd put on yesterday, instead donning what best could be called 'granny panties'.

But what had chilled her to the bone was the fact that her sister was nowhere to be found.

Crying out for Vally, she had refused to the door, finding it looked shut. Frustrated, she had pounded of the barrier, fists bruised from the assault. She had given herself a few moments, before throwing herself against the metal door, in hopes of breaking it down…or at least make enough noise that someone came in.

Madrid didn't know how long she had been going at it, but she wasn't about to give up. Her sister was missing, and she needed to find her, now.

"Hey!" She screamed, slamming against the door. "Let me out! You hear me? I want to see my sister! Let me out of here right now!" She began to pound hard, growing more desperate. "Where's my sister?"

"They have here." A small voice said. Madrid whipped about, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. "The vent…" Madrid moved towards the air vent, standing on her tiptoes.

"Who is 'they'?"

"The people that run this place." A woman's voice said. "The people that kidnapped both of us, because we have powers."

Madrid frowned. "Why?"

The woman sighed. "Not for sure. Some people I think they just want to examine, use for their own purposes. Atleast, that's the only reason I can think of for people like us working for them." Her voice grew angrier. "I swear, if I get these damn restraints off, I'm melting that bitch Candice's face off until she shows me her real one."

"Something tells me your not one of those people."

The woman laughed. "I like you, ya got fire. If I get out of here, I'll make sure to melt your door. We can have some fun then…ya up for some fun?"

Madrid managed a weak chuckle, slightly disturbed by the other woman. "Anything that gets me out of here…I need to make sure my sister is ok."

"As long as her power isn't a threat, she'll be fine."

"I…I don't know what Vally can do. Her eyes glow."

The woman snorted. "They'll figure it out. They have a knack for that. Can't say its pleasant for the person they're studying, but they figure it out."

"They…they won't hurt her though, will they?" Madrid whispered. "She's only 3…a baby. They wouldn't hurt a little girl, would they?"

"Don't know." The woman said. "But considering their boss is my dad, and that didn't stop them from poking and prodding me…I'd say that wouldn't be such a good sign." Madrid broke down in tears at that, and the woman listened on. "But what do I know? I'm just some punk girl just out of her teens with daddy issues." She paused. "Listen…I'm sure your sister is fine…uh…"

"Madrid…Madrid Alverez."

"Madrid." Another pause. "And my name is Tina…Tina Linderman."

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(Philadelphia)

The river was quiet. No one around, and the water ran smoothly along the banks. The sky was overcast, causing the water to appear almost gray. Silence hung over the town that sat next to the river, people going about their business. Only the begins of rumors were forming, of the light that had pierced the sky. A few birds that had not yet flown south gathered near the river's edge, seeking out crumbs to snack on.

And then…a figure shot out of the water.

Hanging in the air for a moment, her body plummeted back to earth, crashing down and cracking the cement. Her strong, long legs uncurled, allowing the Amazon-like woman to stand. Her hair hung limp in her eyes, which were dark with determination. She walked forward, droplets rolling down the shreds of cloth that had once been her shirt. She continued her stride, like some wicked version of the Lady in the Lake, the birds fluttered out of her way.

The woman known as Galatea knew something had changed. The battle with the morpher had separated her from the man she called master, and led her to the river. She had been caught in the waves, and submitted to darkness. She had awoke hours later, body slowly drifting down river, and she forced herself to try and swim to shore. But she couldn't, her injuries too great, and finally she sank, giving in.

And that's when she found it. The speck of light on the riverbed. She didn't know what possessed her to go after it, but she swam, grasping it in her hands.

A small golden cross on a chain.

It had given her the strength to leap from the river that was about to be her tomb, to make it to dry land again.

She raised her head, reaching out across the bond between her and Lee. He was gone…moving fast. Galatea frowned, anger burning deep within her.

She stared down at the trinket, her reflection smiling back…even if her own face showed a much different emotion. "Lee…someone dares take him from me?" She snarled, thinking of her master.

"Master…now that is an interesting." Another voice, the new voice that had suddenly awoken when she had been drawn into the darkness. "You have no master, little sister. You are strong…powerful. You are no one's slave…if anything, Lee is your slave, your pet. You are the master…and it is time he knew about it."

"And he will know." Galatea agreed.

"It's time for the world to learn the name Galatea…learn that she is not a force to trifle with."

"Tell me what to do, Jessica?"

The image of Jessica grinned from the cross. The irony was not lost that she was talking from a cross, yet not speaking for the angels…but a much different team. "We where they took him…and we retrieve our pet."

Galatea tensed, then leapt into the air, rocketing over the city.

Heading for Lee.

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"Are you sure, Seth?"

Seth sighed, pulling his mask off. "I identified his body myself…it was Daniels."

"Your boss will not be happy with this." Lord William said over the phone.

"I know…that is why I called you. I am unsure what to do."

"What do you mean? Did you not say that Carter Daniels was the Heir of Isaiah, the Last Scion of the House of Ellis? The one we have been looking for all these years, have been waiting to rise? If he is dead, that means the legends are false. There is nothing left for you to do but return here."

Seth was silent as he walked along the roof of the building he now stood on, considering how much of his hand to play. "I am still not at ease. There is something wrong here…I need to investigate this more carefully. The pieces fit too well."

"There is something you are not telling me."

Seth huffed, a wisp of smoke escaping his lips. "I can not speak for sure until I investigate further. Tell my boss that I have been delayed…and hide Carter's death from him."

Lord William didn't speak for a moment. "Alright, but you will not delay talking to him forever."

"I know…I will contact you when I know more."

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As the phone cut off, Lord William set it down, his breath coming out in gasps. Behind him, a man dressed in a dark suit raised his fingers, releasing the pressure he had been forcing down on the older man.

"Seth is such a fool, believing in prophecies such as that. Did you not tell him that such things are children stories?" The man said with a laugh, but Lord William only glared at him. "He should be more worry about himself."

"You will not get away with this, Me..."

He was silenced when the hand lowered his hand, sending the English Lord crashing to the ground.

"I think I will." The man said. He walked towards the old man, lowering his hand a bit more and making him scream. "Because you will not be saying a word of warning to the boy, will you? No…I think you are going to be retiring soon enough…to a nice, tropical island where you can read your books, and not worry about the Alliance." He grinned, patting on the cheek with his free hand. "Because, after all…I'm going to be here to watch over everything." His smile faltered, and he lowered his hand again, Lord William's screams filling the reading room.

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Carter Daniels had come to three conclusions:

Dying sucked

Waking up to endless white all around you sucked

Did he mention that dying sucked?

He awoke flat on his back, surrounded by nothingness. It was like one of those Mac ads, except that old guy with the glasses or the 20 year old everyone knew smoked pot of the weekends weren't there. No, Carter was all alone.

With a new wardrobe.

Gone was his tee and jeans. Instead, he got a white open dress shirt and baggy white pants. White shoes, too. Atleast he had kept his duster, even if the colors were reversed and it too were white with the symbol of Ellis now black.

He looked around for a few moments, getting his bearings. Last he remembered, he had gone nuclear, and a voice had told him to sacrifice himself. He'd seen light, and then felt nothing…only to wake up here.

'Well, I don't see Satan, so Hank was wrong about me burning in Hell…' He thought. 'But no gate to eternal bliss…'

Carter began to walk around, unsure if he was getting anywhere. He took off a shoe, and began to walk for a few minutes. Turning, he found he couldn't find the shoe, but when he looked back, there it was, between his feet.

"Great." He mumbled, deciding to do the only thing he could think of. "HEY! WHERE AM I?" He shouted. "IS ANYONE HERE?" He spun around, searching. "WHERE AM I?"

"You're safe." Carter darted around, hands held out, energy pulsing. A woman with short dark hair, a cute, small face, with dark, cunning eyes watched him. She was dressed as he was, all in white, and seemed amused by his antics. "Don't bother, our powers cancel each other out."

"Who are you?"

The woman shrugged. "I go by many names. I was born Sarah, but most knew me as Eden…"

"Eden?" Carter whispered, dropping his hand, the energy fading away.

Eden McCain, aka Sarah Ellis, grinned as she walked towards him. She looked up at him, Carter a few inches taller. "Hello baby brother." She didn't have time to react, before she found her arms full, her brother holding her tight as he buried his head on her shoulder, crying softly. She stroked his hair, murmuring soothing words, as he held his eldest sister tight. "It's ok, Carter…it's ok."

"I'm so sorry…" he whimpered. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

Eden smiled, rubbing his back. "It was my time, Carter. I understand now, that it was my time to die. I can only be glad I was able to stop Sylar from taking my power." She gently pushed him away, looking him over. He looked to be an utter wreck. But still, she couldn't help but smile. "We all have our destinies Carter, and mine was to die when I did."

"Just like it was mine."

Carter turned to see they were no longer alone. Men and women, of different ages and different races, all stood around him, all dressed in white. They all watched him, eyes curious, some filled with laughter, as he moved to try and protect his sister.

"It's ok, Carter. They're my friends…besides, we're all dead, remember?" Eden said.

He slowly lowered his hands. "Who are you all?"

"Victims of Sylar, and others like him." One man said, his long hair just brushing his shoulders. "Each of us did not have a chance to be a hero…atleast, not yet."

"I don't know, Isaac." A large woman dressed in what best could be described as white work bibs said. "That little trick with the sketchbook seemed pretty heroic to me."

"Leave him alone, Dale." Charlie said with a smile. She looked over at Carter. "You'll get use to them…eventually."

Carter looked at Eden. "Nice friends."

"Considering all our brains were destroyed, makes sense we're a bit nuts." Zane commented, chuckling. Carter eyed him cautiously, and the man shrugged. "Sorry, guess you aren't in a joking mood?"

"Kinda." Carter looked around him. "So…I'm in Heaven, right?"

"Not exactly." Eden said. "This is an in-between world, between life and death. A rest stop, would be the best word for it."

"ooookay." Carter managed to say. "Then why I am I here?"

Eden licked her lips. "To train."

"Train?" Carter questioned.

Isaac was the one to answer him. "We're going to teach you how to access your powers in full, how to use them completely."

"Thought I already did that." Carter said, confused. "Hold up my hand, said an emotion, and fire off the whammy."

Charlie shook her head. "No, Carter. Not even close." She chuckled softly. "Do you realize that only 1 of the people on the world that have been able to access their powers fully? Most just do one thing with it and stick with that. But those that can tap into their powers fully…they can do great things. Like Hiro Nakamura…like Sylar."

"Sylar does great things?" Carter questioned.

"Terrible things, yes…but great, none the less." Zane said.

Carter frowned. "Now your quoting Harry Potter…Eden, is there a point to this?"

Eden sighed, motioning for the others to let her talk. "Yes. Your power is not to control emotions, Carter." She began to pace. "You and I have very similar powers. I gave a command, and people had to obey me…a form of hypnosis. You, however, can go one step better. You can alter the chemical makeup of the brain. The 'whammy energy' as you call it, is designed to cause certain chemicals, which control how the brain works, to increase of decrease. The only reason it comes out in silver flames is because your mother can control fire, and it is a residual effect…just like you can automatically rewire your brain to speed up the signals to heal your body…another residual effect.

"With training…you could learn how to do so much more…learn to sculpt the brain as if it were clay, and do it on a scope that deals in global numbers." She paused. "But that isn't the only training you are to receive."

"What do you mean? Why am I receiving training when I'm dead?"

Eden ignored his last question. "I am going to use the training I received under Noah Bennet to teach you how to defend yourself. You are going to learn self defense, how to fight like a warrior, how to kill in utter silence. I am going to help you hone your body and mind into the perfect weapon…"

Carter snapped. "Little that does me, now that I am dead!" He roared, eyes flashing. "Dead dead dead dead dead…do you follow me?"

Eden merely smiled. "Little brother…open your mind up a little bit." Carter glared at her. "You aren't dead…well, for a little while."

"…what?"

"We are sending you back." Eden said. "Your work is not yet finished."

"My work?" Carter asked incredulously. "What work? I did the hero bit, I saved the mint…I died the freakin' heroic death!" He laughed bitterly as he marched away, assuming this was some joke. In his mind, people stayed dead, period.

"You think you get to choose?" Eden asked, mouth opened wide. "It doesn't work that way, little brother! You have a destiny to fulfill, and it begins with you going back!"

Carter shook his head. "What could there possibly be left for me to do?"

"You want to know?" Eden snapped, waving her hand. The world around them shimmered, and they found themselves in a small room. Carter turned quickly around, taking in the concrete cell in confusion. Finally, his eyes came to rest of a little girl, laying in bed, sobbing as she hugged her teddy bear. "She is what is left."

"And just who is 'she'?"

Eden took a deep breath. "The man I worked for…the big boss of them all, he believed in speeding evolution along. He worked to get people with powers together, knowing their children would be even stronger. But for two, he couldn't get them together…and he couldn't wait for them both to reach maturity. So…he arranged for the female to go in for surgery, thinking her appendix burst. But instead, he had his doctors remove a few of her eggs."

Carter looked down at the girl in the bed, his stomach curdling. "Don't say it."

"It was easy for your mother to get a sample of your genetic material. You were a teenager, it isn't that tough."

"Don't say it." Carter whispered.

"The female's mother, she wanted another child, but was having problems, so she went to a fertility doctor. It was easy for Linderman to switch the samples…"

"No…" Carter stammered.

"…and 9 months later, she was born." Eden managed a smile. "Congrats…you're a daddy."

Carter Daniels stared at the little girl, keen eyes picking up the facts. His eyes, his lips…all on the little girl's body.

"no…no…" he whispered, body shaking as he cried. He mourned not the fact he had a daughter, or even the fact that these people had practically raped him.

No, Carter cried out for his baby girl, who had never known him. He cried for the fact he hadn't been there, to watch her be born, to see her first steps, her first words. He cried for all they had stolen from him.

"They've taken her, Carter. The people I work for. They are going to try and use her…make her into their tool. They'll rob her of her childhood, make her into a living machine." Carter reached out, his hand passing through the girl's body. "Your body…is right now being shipped to this building. You're the only one that can save her, Carter. The only one that can protect her."

"W-what's her name." Carter asked, turning wet eyes to his sister. "What's my daughter's name?"

"Valencia." Eden said. "Though she doesn't know it yet, she is the daughter of Madrid Alverez."

"Madrid…" Carter managed to laugh weakly. "I have a love child with an actress."

"More like a test-tube baby." Eden quipped. Carter glared at her, and she grew serious. "She is important, Carter…one of the most important people in the world. In the right hands, she can unite those like us together, to change the world. In the wrong…"

"Send me back." Carter snapped, standing up.

"Already switching your…"

"SEND ME BACK!" Carter roared, arms exploding into in silver fire. "I don't need the training! Send me back now!"

"It doesn't work like that. You need time…"

"I don't have the time, she doesn't have the time…"

Eden shook her head. "Time flows slower her. A year here will be only a day. She can survive that…and your body will not be there until then." Eden walked towards Carter, laying her hand on his shoulder. "There are others that will hunt her down. As Carter, you won't be strong enough to stop them. But let us train you, and you will become someone who can."

"Who will I become." Carter whispered, still staring at Vally.

"You will be our champion, our warrior…the last scion of the house of Ellis…the Voice of God…"

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Or, is the end not the end at all? Is it a new beginning, a time of change? What seems like the end for a newborn, a loss of its entire world, is merely the beginning of its new life. Is that all the end is…the beginning of the new life?"

-Mohinder Suresh

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"You…will be the Metatron."

Carter licked his lips, smiling slightly. "Metatron…I like it." He swallowed, ghosting his hand close to Vally's cheek. It broke his heart to leave, but he knew that, if he wanted to be the father she needed, he would have to train to become it. "Hold on princess…daddy is coming. And he is going to save you." His eyes glowed. "And God help whoever gets in my way."

Eden nodded, and the world began to glow white. "Come along Carter…you have so very much to learn…and so very little time to do it."

And with that, they were gone.

End of Volume One

Volume Two

"With news of the explosion over New York City, the world wonders just what is going to happen." The anchorman said. He stared into the camera as he spoke. "First, the reports of a mysterious pillar of light…and now, the light over New York…many are left to wonder just what is happening."

On the screen, the fuzzy image of a woman riding on a wave of water appeared. "Add to that the sightings of people doing the impossible…" The image shifted a man in a suit apparently flying filled the screen. "…has left people to wonder…"

Had one been able to see under his desk, they'd saw the man adjusted the black gloves he wore. Underneath said gloves, one would have seen something startling: The man's skin turn to diamond.

"…what will we see next." The old man gave a slight smile as the NBC Nightly News music played. "Filling in for Brian Williams, I am Anthony Delpine…goodnight."

To be continued…

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Just because Elsewhere is over for this season, that doesn't mean there isn't more to see.

Snapshots from Elsewhere will continue, as you will meet 5 of the new heroes and villains that will play a key role in volume two.

And this fall…Elsewhere return. Questions will be answered, alliances made, new evil will arise, families will reunite, and the ancestors of the heroes of Elsewhere will be revealed.

But before it all…

(We see Vally cowering in a corner as a man moves to strike her. She opens her eyes to find the man's hand has been restrained…)

The moment you will wait all summer to see

Carter: Get away from my daughter you son of a….

(The man screams)

Elsewhere: Volume 2

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Author's Note: Please review. You never know when I will drop spoilers…

I want to thank you all for reading. 23 chapter…almost ¾ of a year in my life…I hope you enjoyed taking this ride with me into the world of Elsewhere…and that you will join me to continue the trip.

I thank all my regulars fan reviewing. I thank Tim Krieg and the writers and producers and actors and all the rest of the crew of HEROES for producing such a wonderful show, and not suing me so I could write my own chapter in their universe. I thank my family for putting up with me, and most of all, I thank God for letting me do what I love.

We all have a destiny…and we all can be heroes.

Thank you for reading.

-Mr. Chaos